Chances
Lying in the middle of the
street
Cumbersome, adrift , hiding at night
Seems a deliberate attempt
To
watch the lights go out
With scratchy,
disheveled pavement
Under your tender, frail back
Your skin reflects green to yellow then red
Perhaps for a
moment you close your eyes
As if walking
on a balance beam
Was simply too easy
But the
challenge brought by closed eyes
Was
just enough
As if the cliff seems too high but
if
You close your eyes you’ll be alright
Maybe driving your car just a bit too fast
Just to inflame
your pulse and feel the rush
But
watch out for those
Beneath the lights
For strange is there impulsive delight
There cumbersome,
adrift hiding at night
Lying there
with scratchy disheveled pavement
Under
their tender, frail backs
They long to feel alive
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